~~Sebastian's POV~~
"You've grown up so much," I smiled, looking down at my hand that was intertwined. "And you've not seemed to age one bit, dear aunt," I looked down at her to find a huge smile on her face.
"Why would I? After all, my husband takes good care of me," she said, and I smiled, listening to how well she had improved her British accent.
"Not bad. Your accent has improved greatly," I smirked, just to receive a light smacking on my shoulder.
"You've surely come even naughtier," she sighed, looking around. "Who is she?"
"Who?" I raised an eyebrow.
"The lady in the black leather gown. She's been staring at me and giving me the death glare ever since I held your hand." On hearing the description, I knew there was only one person who wouldn't stop monitoring me.
